A photo of children being buried after an attack in Ukraine
led the Sept. 9 New York Times. I looked at it repeatedly, turning away, then returning. No
gore. No bloody bandages. No hovering physicians. A few grieving relatives and
Here’s a twist on the old “Don’t pick a fight with someone who buys ink by the gallon.” That was when print ruled. Now,
it’s don’t pick an online fight with an immensely popular actor and a
respected lawyer who come from journalism families: George Clooney and
fiance Amal Alamuddin.
It was the day after I retired from The Enquirer and Rick Pender, an editor at CityBeat, asked me to consider being this paper’s lead columnist.
“I don’t have an opinion every week worth 750 words,” I told him. We left it at that.